your vision, your voice
2017-18 Submissions
The sky is blue
The Earth is round
And the owl goes hoo
EVERYTHING has a purpose
While time goes down
Air goes up
Then love goes around
EVERYTHING has a purpose
Our purpose is unclear
But until we find out
We can not fear
But we have to know
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Has a purpose
Gorzycki Middle School
7
hovers
The bright sun in the sky,
School is out.
The sound of the ice cream truck passing by,
All you hear are shouts.
Kids are jumping in the pool,
Toes are in the sand.
No thought in their minds about school.
The greatest party in the land.
All the kids are sad
when the end of summer is near.
The thought is very bad,
That they will have to w a i t another year.
Gorzycki Middle School
7
Life is a dark room,
The darkness will consume,
All of the light.
You try to remain upright,
You might
F
A
L
L
down,
Or breakdown,
You might give up,
But you know you have to stand up.
You push
You feel like mush.
You push on,
The lonely feeling gone.
With great might,
You find the light.
Gorzycki Middle School
7
You could offer me ice cream or brownies,
Or other treats meant for rookies.
But above all the cake and candy and cream,
I prefer freshly baked cookies.
“Why cookies?” you might ask.
Well I’ll have you see.
Unlike donuts or muffins,
They are very crispy.
From oatmeal raisin to chocolate chip,
From sugar to double fudge.
Bring me any kind of cookie,
And I won’t be a harsh judge.
Cookies are cheap, cookies are good,
Cookies are easy to make.
Ice cream is costly, candy tastes weird,
And cake is a hassle to bake.
I think by now I’ve made my point –
Cookies are the bomb!
Besides, I have to wrap this up,
For I can’t go without cookies for long.
Gorzycki Middle School
7
Standing Tall by the fire,
pine needles dRift.
Lights, strEamers, and ornaments
hang from the bEautiful bending branches.
But most importantly of all,
the Christmas Star is looming in the sky,
Just like all those years ago.
Colorful presents resT and wait
until ChRistmas Day.
ChildrEn wait for the day like a lion,
ready to pouncE on its prey.
This is a very special time for everyone,
And right in the middle of it all,
is the great Christmas Tree.
Gorzycki Middle School
7
the place you hear w h i s p e r s behind you
the place where you know the answer yet you don’t raise your hand
of fear of being w r o n g
the place you write notes trying to keep up
but no matter what you c a n t
the place you have to write a poem
worried nobody will like it and j u d e you
the place where you finish your test feeling good
but when the teacher slips you back the test you flip it over while
disappointment swallows you
w
h
o
l
e
Gorzycki Middle School
7
a river flows,
like emotions flow,
fast
slow
strong
weak.
It flows.
F
L
O
W
I
N
G down
or
F
L
O
W
I
N
G up
or
side
to
side.
pOW!
it hits a rock like it hits a heart.
sMASH!
it hits a tree like it hits a head.
leaving behind,
all but a trail of tears,
trying to catch up.
Gorzycki Middle School
7
I am nothing
I can’t succeed Everything I do
Ends up in catastrophe I fail them
Again and Again
They might be happier Without me
As I enter the building
I see nothing
I am lonely in an empty hallway Colorless
My locker creaks open
It is as empty has my life
No happiness within
And there she comes
Bringing the sun with her
Behind her the school starts to gain color Suddenly I’m in a hallway with people Laughing,Talking and Joking
They all stare at her wondering
How can someone be this happy?
She is the Angel
Dressed in all colors except black
Walking towards me she makes my day
Her smile is a disease that you pray you won’t catch It is impossible to get mad at her
And then she goes away
After she leaves for class
I see guns coming over
They all take aim and start firing Nerd,Jerk,Roasts and Jokes all about me I try to shield myself but it’s no use They win again
And that’s when she enters
Dressed in all black she walks slowly Her black eyes set on one target
Me and the bullies
The Red sea splits in front of her She carries her own sword and shield She is the Demon
She fight the guns
One by One
After she destroys them all She helps me up
Her eyes are calm
But her aura is dangerous She brushes the dust of me And leaves
The day goes on
And I wonder
Why?
Why do they help me
That Angel and Demon
I finally work up the courage To ask them Why?
And they say
That’s what friends are for
You are not who you think you are
And they are right
I’m not just a flimsy girl used as a distraction
I’m not just a target for guns I’m a queen
A queen who’s ruling a country They are both my friends
My sister in arms
They are the two sides of me
And I’m the balance between those two sides
I’m happy and kind
And I’m dangerous and merciless I’m good and evil
I’m cruel and nice
I’m the Angel
I’m the Demon
I’m both
I’m everything
Walsh Middle School
6
My life is a rollercoaster,
up, down and twisted around.
I never have understood and I
never will inderstand why we call
Earth our
ONLY
happy place. Some people say we can only live on Earth but I believe we can
live anywhere if we try.
I’m shooken around not right and I wonder how
just how
we humans have gotten this far.
I wonder………
Gorzycki Middle School
7
I’m uninspired
This room reeks of creativity gone stale
My eyes have glazed over
Like glass comatose breakable
Magazine clippings litter the floor
Fragmented memories of places I’ve been
Carefully cut with kid-scissors
God forbid I wrinkle such sacred memories
Of when smiling fit my lips
And rainy days meant dancing in puddles
A suitcase has
No purpose but to taunt me
To egg me on-
It’s waiting for me
“Where are you going? ”
“I see the light has lost you”
This room is cluttered
I really should clean it
To ward off the abstract implications
That cling to tangible objects
But for now my eyes droop
My posture wavers
And I return to the mattress that so trustingly
Holds my weight
McCallum High School
11